CHAPTER ONE.
The dilemma has never been surreal. It is sang that ‘being in love is like being on drugs, without the potential brain damage, kisses are crack rocks you don’t have to smoke, with no life ruining baggage.’ Confusion is the most honest response and it is worse than rejection because we know its a battle between our heads and what our hearts know its a lie.
She had been in a state of confusion for too long, doctor or politician? love or infatuation? Logic sometimes is not always practiced especially if you are also confused about self. She was high on both the love and infatuation, the doctor the politician,she couldn’t get herself down.
The confusion ate her up, it was like nothing she ever experienced, how could it even be possible? Coming from a matriach she could not fathom what was going on in her world, it was supposed to be easy and effortless. She always had control,even with her soft demeanor.
Tired and fraustated on why she had agreed to take the job, yet she was doing okay, upkeep was coming in every week but for a little extra cash for her to keep up, with the social life of this new city she found herself in studying for her undergraduate degree. It was her first day and she was already two hours in, standing up till she could not take it. No sooner had she hid from all the work just at a corner near the washrooms than this magnificent confident man came right up.
Genuinely concerned about her or so she thought, he ended up handing her a note,left his number and off he went. It was not until later, much later after him being available and supporting her work as a brand ambassador. He would buy the product and merch every single time she called upon him. I mean sales were key and he made sure his was counted. He would show up at every gig just alone or with one friend and show support by always ordering the brand she was marketing. what better way to show support or interest huh! Or so she thought.
A man from the lakeside, mixed ugandan, his dark skin ,well, not so much to say but its depth just like milk,soft and supple.A husky , bearded,nice things lover, a hunk of a man if asked. Oh! A dream supporter and financier. A girl was hooked,in between work and school, he would ask her for a date, show up and then drop her back home,and no, not at his house but at her house and off he went.
Shy, submissive, eager, heart throbbing out ,was how this hunk of man made her feel. She was not really confident and always felt she needed to impress,be on her best behaviour. He seemed to be in control , he knew exactly who he was and what he wanted, seemed way to far from her league at that moment, student and a working guy, come on! A man of character,value,a serious,utterly hot male human Mr or rather Dr. Harry Otas. His laughter would send her to fantasy, wet indeed.
Love or lust she had to figure it out, curiosity getting out of hand a cat had to killed,literal. Sally was set for her mission, to find out if Harry was actually in love with her or she was just overthinking, but most importantly how he tasted,was her top priority. Was he as good tasting as he seemed. This was a mission set to take years full of emotional high and lows but beautiful nonetheless.
She had envisioned her life, doctors wife, with two little babies upon the leafy suburbs of Nairobi, her writing books and travelling the world,on her other mission which was to speak on women rights. she was born a leader, being the first daughter, and life challenges and responsibilities that she took up at an early age,shaped her to have very notable leadership characters.
Adamant and conservative was how alot described her to be. A no is a full sentence to her, not easy to convince either, Sally Bura. She was actually not in command of Harry, he made her feel submissive insted, softly turning that strong No into a yes, adamancy left her just as she saw him. This was after she finished her undergraduate and had left the city for a few months, only to come back for what she called just a trip. It was a well planned out trip. since she had completely moved back to her home town Kiambu, Sally had taken a bus for her first trip, not school,not work, back to the city. she had actualy called Harry ealier asked him if he could host her and ofcourse he agreed. It was going to be the second time her going to Harry’s house
The first time she had been invited,it was a sunny sunday afternoon,the city under the sun was quite hot and being by the lake meant that it was going to rain, convectional rainfall, nothing new, it was expected. she wore a cute yellow floral offshoulder that showed her clavical quite elaborately, with the sun hitting her brown skin,made her glow. she went ahead put on a red lippie, impressing was key,first time right?
A Jeans kind of babe ,cute rubber shoe,because where Harry lived one had to take a bodaboda, murrum road, highway was being built too and so ,much dust was expected, her prety feet were not about to be dusty ney. On a boda she hoped, all she kept thinking was, ‘this man comes from pretty far to just see me, or support my hustle all those times, he really must be into me ‘ he came for her at the gate and shook she was, he lived in one of the best estates of the land. A gated community with really nice landscapping and tarmarked corridors, wishing she could have worn sandals to show off her pretty feet,but too late.
It was her first time seeing him in short and sandals, and glasses. He looked easy but his glasses gave him a more serious approach which she loved, he led ,she followed, till in his house number 50. Quite the host welcomed her and made her feel comfortable. All this time she was dying inside, she didnt know how to act even,or what to say. It took her a long minute to get comfortable,conversations started flowing, from non issues to current affairs, being politically correct with far fetched laughter, sneaky looks and smiles which she revelled in at the moment.
He had a bottle of whiskey, johnie walker which he shared, he would refill each time he stood up, conversations still underway, sally getting a little tipsy and him geting all excited and tipsy, his cheeks looked red and flashy. All this time sally had been admiring him from a distant, looking at how his mouth moved when he spoke, when he laughed and pouted when he didn’t agree with sally. Quite the talker,charming but not the conversations sally wanted. Time flew,till late evening and sally had to go home
Down the road, they walked holding hands waiting for a boda. One of the best moment for sally, as she remembers it untill now ,best feeling of having your crush,talk and walk with you holding hands. Took a boda, sally sat on the frontNwhich you would say middle and Harry on the back, blissful indeed. Droped her home and off he went. It was the first time also Sally knew he was a doctor and that he travelled to Narok county for work,and also did part time in Kisumu county. she had known about him quite a bit, middle child and 7years older than her,which was quite the turn off but she was already deeply fascinated and lustful and that became just a number which she never forgot just hovering at the back of her mind.
Sally was supposed to pick the keys to his house at the gate since he was not around, he was at the hospital doing a night shift and a mid morning combined. House number 50, how could she forget. Opened and realized nothing had changed as as she had been the first time, maybe a different bottle of whisky. Harry had already communicated that he would be in from mid morning and sally who had travelled by bus overnight decided to take a nap before he arrived.
“Hey dear good morning, ” Harry said as she felt his warm breathe that gave her chills down her spine. He was back ealier than expected or Sally had slept in a bit too much. She was in the guest room ,looking deshevelled when Harry came in, kissed her cheek slowly giving her time to come back from her deep sleep.
